| Here’s a shoebox full of letters bound up neatly with some twine
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| Each one was like a diamond, now the jewel is lost to time
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| My reward is in the knowing that I held it in my hands for a little while
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| What else are there but the treasures in your heart?
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| Something tamed, something wild
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| For every time that I’ve been foolish when I’d wished that I’d been wise
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| The power of regret still gets me right between the eyes
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| And sometimes I want to weep with nothing but the tears of a little child
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| What else are there but the lessons in your heart?
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| Something tamed, something wild
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| Here’s a map I’ve memorized of everywhere I’ve ever been
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| And the faces of everyone I’ve loved and left to try again
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| I couldn’t make out what they were saying, so instead I listened hard to what’s
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| inside
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| What else is there but the voice inside your heart?
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| Something tamed, something wild
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| Some nights I’m woken up by something stirring in my chest
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| It’s a feeling I’ve no name for, it’s hard to catch my breath
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| I’m staring down the great big lonesome as I’m listening for the dwindling of
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| time
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| What else are there but the echoes in your heart?
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| Something tamed, something wild
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| So the things that matter to me now are different from the past
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| I care less about arriving than just being in the path
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| Of some light carved out of nothing, the way it feels when the universe has
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| smiled
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| What else is there but the beating of your heart?
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| Something tamed, something wild
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| Here’s the shoebox full of letters, here’s the map I won’t forget
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| The voices and the lessons and the signals that connect us
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| Manifested to the spirit, way deep down where it goes unseen by the eye
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| What else is there but the love inside your heart?
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| To a life like a firework’s to a spark
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| Over and above you in its arc
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| Something tamed, something wild |